[You successfully inspire the team, the enthusiasm of the audience rises, and the morale of the team rises]

The chains are the prisoner's emblem for the imagination of the talented violent maniac.

Adam threw it gorgeously, and many of his opponents who passed by him were smashed in the wrists or bare feet by himself after the weapons were swung into the air.

He put his hands together and smashed, and as long as he relied on the data of [Two-handed Weapon 102], he could knock the chain out of the mace's terrifying power.

The prisoners often stopped in the middle of the battle and threw horrified glances at each other.

Only Luca was the most calm, after all, he had experienced the feeling of being beaten with a wooden stick when leading the team.

"Go on, gentlemen."

As Adam said this, his right hand straightened, and the sword stretched out, slicing through his opponent's throat.

The audience on the sidelines was already shouting loudly, and the violent feast stimulated their nerves, and several of them squeezed through the guardrail and fell to their deaths on the spot.

In the midst of this deaf noise, not many of the prisoners on the field were ignited with passion, on the contrary, Adam felt a chill in his gestures.

The fighters subconsciously stayed away from him, but no matter where they were......

The soft sound of bones shattering, the delicate touch of the blade cutting through the skin, the different movements of chains against shields or human bodies—all come to mind clearly.

【Deathmatch Prisoner】

[Attitude: Awe]

"Good."

Adam could feel the change in the mentality of his teammates and he was trying to put pressure on them that way.

Make it forget about the spectators who cry wolves and gamble money, and concentrate on the fight.

Reverence for oneself and reverence for life is the only way to gain strength from weapons.

[Remaining Enemies: 7]

Looking around, the opponent would rather face a siege from several people than dare to approach him.

Adam saw the opportunity and rushed to save the game for his teammates.

He tugged at a chain, straightened it to block the hammer blow, deftly unloaded and hooked the weapon, picked it up and smashed it into the cheek.

[Remaining Enemies: 6]

"What are you looking at, I can't let you live......"

Adam grabbed the rusty hammer that was sticky with filth, squinted his eyes, walked up to his teammates with frightened and tearful expressions, and shoved them into their hands.

When I was free, I also gave a slap in the face.

"Better?"

The man was breathing heavily, nodding at the striking corpse in front of him, swallowing his saliva and soothing his heart.

Adam grabbed his teammate's arm with his long sword and said coldly.

"Hold on to it, let this thing keep you alive, and if it falls to the ground, I'll kill you with my sword."

The arm shook and clenched the crumbling mace.

His teammates ran away with tears in their eyes, like poor men who had been oppressed to the point of collapse, picking up their weapons and rushing forward, tears and saliva swaying freely in a roar full of poignant.

[Remaining Enemies: 5]

"Good boy,"

Adam stood in the middle of the field, hooking the tail of his sword with one finger.

"Anyone else needs some encouragement?"

He walked around like a grim officer on the school floor, and his shouts even faintly drowned out the cheers.

The teammates seemed to work harder, and they would have been afraid of certain wounds, or the cheap camaraderie that used to drink at the same table, but now they completely ignored the crowd outside the stadium.

Under the stands, a man was infected by the scene, his face was flushed, he tore his clothes and waved them in his hands, pushing and jumping over the fence.

Arnold narrowed his eyes as the arm snapped between the wood, and then the crowd shouted as the guards pushed through the crowd.

Looking up and looking around, the scene was already uncontrollable, and many troops began to intervene and occupy various crowded areas.

Nakia once told him that the inhabitants of the city had too little entertainment, and if this situation was not improved, the phenomenon of indulging in blood, tears and carnal distorted entertainment would become more and more serious.

Calling Duchen, he asked.

"Name."

"Adam White."

Arnold pondered for a moment, and was sure that there was no such information among the vassals of the kingdom and the famous warlords.

"White, what's your last name?"

"I don't know, he shouldn't be a Hangener, his tone is not good, and he is said to be a wandering mercenary."

Duheng stood behind him, looking at the young man who was throwing his chains and ignoring the thousands of spectators around him, and told him everything he knew about Adam.

"How long has he been with this bunch of scum?"

"Two days."

"Oh~"

Arnold raised the corners of his mouth, smiled playfully, leaned down lazily, and kneaded and rubbed the half-bitten green date on his fingertips.

……

[3 enemies surrender on their knees, you can choose forgiveness in exchange for the other party's gratitude.] 】

"What should I do?"

The prisoners gathered here, surrounded the surrenderers in the middle, and waited for the leader to make a decision.

"At the moment, I'm paying the price for my choice."

Adam laughed bitterly at himself, and the chains in his hands shook a few times.

"So I never feel sorry for those who choose the wrong one, let alone twice."

With that, he turned and left.

The prisoners turned their gaze to Luka, who followed Adam and must have understood the meaning of the words.

Lukka lowered his eyes, raised his hand around his neck, and didn't say a word.

Dead silence, hesitation, waving a knife.

Begging for mercy, blood, boiling.

The prisoners suddenly realized how pale the shouts of these spectators were, and that they could still be excited if they fell to the ground today and were torn apart.

It's not glory, it's not survival, it's not even a blessing.

The sun was shining on them, the dungeon was too long, and the distant life and the sun in this cool season seemed like a dream.

[Battle ended, surrenderer died, team killed: none]

[Audience enthusiasm rises, team morale decreases, prisoner loyalty increases]

[Reputation Gained: 107]

[Competitive Bet Split: None]

Adam returned the steel sword and dragged the chains into the passage.

Lukka did the same.

The winners formed a queue, threw their weapons on the ground, and without raising their hands in greeting, they turned their backs to cheers and went with them.

At this moment, they were looking forward to Adam's praise even more.

……

The night banquet was held in the hall of the Arnold Lord's mansion, and the athletic tournament lasted for three consecutive days, so every night there was an opportunity and place for the nobles to talk and socialize.

It is said that Mistress Cathy and her Anton Weissen cavalry did not attend.

Duheng left the scene early, wandered to the vicinity of the dungeon, and when he looked up, he saw that a fire was burning in the open space in front of the cell door.

He got closer and found a dozen corpses in which they were gradually charred.

The dungeon skylight fence also kept drifting smoke, intermittently melting into the night, and the two janitors and a few of their own subordinates all had complicated expressions.

When he came down and saw the suckling pig in the middle of the aisle, he was also very surprised.

Duheng took the bottle and carefully cut it through the coals.

It was found that the prisoners, who were not afraid of death during the day, were quietly in their rooms, and many were engaged in simple prayers.

There are still faint crying, and the scene is very weird.

"The prisoner's meal is almost as good as the lord's banquet."

Bite!

The bottle flicked, and Adam smiled and spoke.

"It's okay, I'll pay, and that commission should be used to reward them as winners."

"There's not the slightest joy of celebration here, and besides, what's going on with those corpses at the door, shouldn't they have been thrown away to feed the animals a long time ago?"

"Oh, I spent money to collect the corpses and took these people to do some sacrifices."

Duchen fell silent, the flames still trying to make the suckling pig more delicious.

Lukka slowly turned the shelf, the rusty interface babbling as the only piece of music here.

Feed the prisoners with the best food, and do not spare the surrenderers, but the corpses are burned.

Duheng let out a long breath and looked sideways.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Adam sat on the empty barrel and lifted the bottle, chuckling and looking up to drink it dry, the fire casting shadows through his walls.

"The dungeon has made them forget who they are human, the joy of survival, the happiness of having their desires satisfied. Hopefully, this word has the power to make them re-experience the fear of death, and then desperately live. ”

Duheng nodded in understanding.

He felt that the young man with his legs hooked and smiling next to him didn't seem to be as simple as he imagined, would the other party fulfill his promise to join him?

Forget it, only Arnold can control this kind of person.

He recalled that at today's meeting, the lord had said this before leaving.

"If one day, Adam White leaves Taeganda, no matter what, no matter what the cost, kill him."